Usual Suspects (Featuring B-Flat, D-Dubb, E-Moe, Jv, Loki, Phonk Beta, Tall Cann G & Zagg)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, callin' all Siccmade riders (Hey, that's us)
Usual suspects (Huh), report to the mic room (Mhm)
Let's do it like this (All it took)

All it took is a half teaspoon of salt, half teaspoon of baking soda
Bitch-ass nigga, move out the way, we
Takin' over like Takeover Entertainment
Matter of fact, my niggas in the house
We 'bout to tell you how the game went
But if you would give me about thirty more seconds
So I could touch niggas like greeting cards
I'm a lethal weapon and I'ma creep
With weapons like Saving Private Ryan
Niggas'll have to recognize, if they don't, they probably lyin'
They got too much pride, tryna get twisted up like greenery
Sockin' niggas up in the crowd like bing, bing, b-b-bing, bing, bing
It's like that, nigga, real gats
And I got that all-black thing in the back that peel caps
And I'm still that nigga in black like Honoré
Fifty Sac' a bomb a day and it's all to the face, nigga
Nobody no case, nigga, quick to replace niggas
Spit hot heaters all at your face, hit 'em, split 'em, split 'em

Uh, uh, yeah, I'm E-Dash, M-O-E, don't nobody know me
I can run in they house and kill they whole family
But, uh, I refuse to lose, payin' my dues, singin' ghetto blues
Countin' my twos and fews, knockin' out fools and crews
'Cause if they knew I ever had it, shoot me up with automatics
We Mobb Deep like Havoc and Prodigy
How stupid you gotta be fuckin' with
The best, represent the West Coast
I'm tryna be cool before I hit you in the nose
Case closed and red roses, split your head like Moses
You knows this, I keep a strap in my lap when I'm at a show, bitch
I take a ho in the back and let her know, trick
This be the city of Sac' all the way to the O, bitch
We out here takin' it back, you heard that, motherfuckers
You ain't fuckin' with no suckers
Ain't nobody out here doin' this can touch us

Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
Murder for wholesale, dumb tight, alibis trunk tight
Takin' bodies to the dumpsite
What the fuck happen when you don't come right?
Got the bitches squared up in my gunsight
See, what I do is number one, premeditate
Number two, infiltrate, do my dirt, then finally
Number three, make my escape and vacate to where my alibi waits
With a smile on her face and panties low on her waist
Not your usual, not your average, savage
Crossin' state lines with munitions in my baggage
Cabbage, shit, got to get it
But now in reality, it's all about how to get away with it

When you spot the heat I spit, let you exhibit
Make your heart stop a minute, thirty-second bit snippet
Shit, I manifest, flip it, make it spill like liquid
First Siccmade chick hit with a bit of the sickness
Wicked witch of the West Coast south, look at me now
Sacramento County, check us deep in the south
The wax melted, burn you up like rub-a-dub, you another
Witness the bad bitch cut, check you in trouble
I make G's, believe that
Smoke fat bomb, weed after weed sack
Take cheese, I'ma need that
Come with me to the 5150 and get trippy
I shie, see, me be the most sneaky, tricky, mind-sickly
Put it all on wood, you wish you could
But you can't fuck with this, can't touch my shit, you stand stood
Battle the cats, I like gettin' the practice
Mind strong, I rhyme long, I bust fastest

I got the toolie that makes your ass shitty
Bet you didn't know I keep two clips with my Smithie
Never know what you're facin', just runnin' and pacin'
It's not good to be chasin' me
I can't run real fast, I'm after the cash
Especially when I blast that ass, so keep that ass
Out of them dark streets 'cause I possess the heat
That puts you under a sheet, don't sweat the technique
I leave you bloody on the beat
Just got into habit, end two like a P
I'ma start touchin' niggas up just like paint
Just because I never killed nobody don't mean I can't
And walk the plank while I'm just puffin' on dank
You bitch-ass nigga, now what the fuck you think?
Hmm, they call me the daywalker, AKA funk beta
So open up your mouth wide like ejaculator

Uh, fuck a bitch, I put your ass on the release list
Siccmade start, I got no room for your three cents
The rumors 'round the precinct have it that you a gossiper
Talk show host like Ricki Lake and that's a problem, sir
Why? I flip caps like Betty Crocker, mister officer
So if he tell you what I be doin', I gots to pop him, sir
That's how the game goes, no if-ands, no halos
Who am I to say so? But check out my whole caseload
Been dealin' with drama since mama, she let a babe go
And never looked back, so I learned to cook crack to make dough
Break hoes like fake hoes when I run in they house
Mask down, pistol out, nigga, give me your house, give me your spouse
I pop her ass in the head so quick
Won't no blood even spill on her blouse, just sit on the couch
Give me the safe 'fore I spit in your mouth
Find it myself, fill the bag and I'm out, nigga

You ever wonder what it sounds like when dirt's rainin' on the casket?
I'ma hit you, split you wide open with the automatic
I'll let you feel the fidget, get frantic
Fuck around and sink that ass next to the Titanic
Don't panic, nigga, 'cause it was you was kickin'
Up all the dust on your internet chat line
We'll take your face and braise your
Guts and leave your killer hard to find
All my Siccmade niggas is devil-blind
Come cross the line, try to take the shine, I fuckin' dare you
I'll let my twin pair or this forty-five smear you
All over the concrete, the shit you woofin' off is deep
'Cause a nigga like me never sleep
I'll bitch-ass nigga-tack this, run raps and rival heads in plastic
Run up in the house and ransack it
Ain't gon' be another Suffolk in this game
Stay Slauson nigga'd out and let my nigga Manson live through my name
Kaliko eternal flames

I'm in position, ready, set, here we go on three
I'm crawlin' through the doggy door, vow to vanish these fleas
A few pops behind the ear is all it takes (Then what?)
Then you're leakin' like a drippy faucet, bleedin' like brakes
We hittin' seven points of entry at the same damn time
Plus my boy been in your pantry since a quarter to nine
The toys been cocked and ready since you crossed that line
We snatch your shit up like greedy kids, "That's mine, that's mine"
Twitch and trigger fingers, 'bout to itch 'em and blast
Practice tactical assaults in all black like the task
Twist your neck until we hear your upper vertebrae snap
Operatin' with a face mask and a surgery cap
You put the birds in your raps, we hittin' curbs in a 'Lac
Spit and tell it like it is, you're obscuring the facts
And the fact is it's beddy-bye time, so nighty-night
Drop a motherfuckin' stake through your heart like Fright Night

Who want some? Tell them niggas come and get it
I make sure that they coffin is custom-fitted
The way that I rip shit put these niggas to rest
I walk around the city with the S on my chest
The Usual Suspect, ready to jump out the bushes
And leave a knife in a nigga neck
Slit a nigga throat, kill that nigga and his ho
Fuck a rapper, fuckin' scrap and I create another bloody glove, nigga
Like O.G

Niggas bend blocks, send shots
Put big holes in your body, you ready to go all out?
Keep your doors locked, four-four cocked, ready or not
Invent the noodles that make things happen
Would you believe this nigga tried to cross me?
So I had to off him, leave him like a puzzle
All in his muzzle, backin' it up with some muscle
Came in this game with a Def Jam like Russell
Still, this nigga tried to step, but nigga, your mouth ain't no bicep
Seen so many niggas try to sidestep
But them niggas couldn't get over 'cause
This nigga movin' like a sixteen-wheel truck
Mr. Cee, I'm a big dog
You can't stop me, I'm the sickest of 'em all
All you niggas try to get me, but I'm still the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all

I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all

I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all

I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
I'm a big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
Mr. Cee, the big dog, I'm the sickest of 'em all
...21St Street Rider for real and I know what's up
On them switching lane ass niggas
So watch where you step, nigga
'Cause when your shit go down in flames
Man, your ass is a firestarter
And Kaine, them daredevils ain't up on my level
The way I push the pedal
They get smashed on by King Kong in this concrete jungle
Nigga, stop swinging on Siccmade's dick
Stick 'em with a full clip
And you know how I be's, nigga
With Siccmade niggas about to break the bank for about seven figures
With more heat than Men-At-Arms under my sleeve
About four or three
Now they know these niggas hard candy, cold locs...

I stay stickin' and movin'
Movin' and stickin'
Motivation with improvements
My blueprints is ruthless and shoeless
With two clips
Puttin' holes in you like toothpicks
Walkin' straight at the end
House is where Satan is
Gut throats and guarantees
Will like Destro
Flippin', rippin' and spittin'
Like some staples up in your facial
Givin' you a fuckin' face full
I was faithful
You was actin' ungrateful and hateful
So I'm about to be playful with you, switchin' my pitch up
Like Bishop
You think I'm all one way, then I'm flippin' it
Like a pimp did in 1960
Usual suspects don't miss me
Usual suspects don't miss me

Straight shittin' on niggas
Pop the clips and pull the triggers
And we noddin' off that liquor
Now how you figure you's a bigger wigger
That face gon' stick up and tell you only worth about four figures
You better stay cold, nigga, 'fore I see hollow holes in ya
We kill in California
And no one was known to bust him into your home and stuff
Boy, I'll tell ya I'm 'bout to fuck
The male's a punk
Yo, what's up?
Mama raised a punk
You wanna start with this buck
I gives a fuck
Smoke the face off a blunt
Up in the cut
Bendin' corners, tuck
No cussin', no fuss
I fuck the and get in the bus
Always talkin' that stuff
You full of powder, you punk
Hit your turf, now let's tuck
And block the whole fuckin' hood up

Yeah, now I'm splittin' knots with the hit rocks
Siccmade shit's hot
Big Glocks shoot shots
All the way to the tip-top
See me comin' for you, ready or not
So if I see you on the south side
And a trick slippin', I'm grabbin' the Glock
See, a bitch made nigga like you should toss your knot
'Cause you don't know nothin' 'bout
The man with the noose in his hands
That put your ass in a box
Now what you got?
Not a damn thang
And you can't hang with the Rilla Mane
So it's best to get your own thang
'Fore I make you all hang